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❀Dante Sparda x fem!reader❀
❀Warnings: Smut, Language, Oral-Female receiving, Creampie- as always with me haha, Angst❀
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The blood on her hands didn’t belong to her. The faint ringing in her ears hadn’t subsided for hours now, all from something that should’ve never happened. Her knuckles are scraped raw, but the pain seems to be the least of her worries. Her blades were ruined, almost gone from the fight she endured.
It wasn’t supposed to get that bad, she thought to herself, Why the hell didn’t you just listen to your orders?
Dante was wondering the same thing. Ever since he met y/n, he knew she was going to cause trouble. He already wasn’t fond of Enzo sending extras out on a mission with him. He didn’t need the help, certainly not from a girl who couldn’t listen for shit. He gave her chance after chance, just hoping she’d show her true potential. If only she’d stop thinking about herself, his thoughts were harsh, especially when it came to y/n. He knows how strong she is, how smart, yet she never sticks to plan. The mission the two had just come back from was technically a success, but it wasn’t good enough for Dante. It was a success with several hiccups along the way, and those mistakes could’ve cost either one of their lives.
The tension in the air was suffocating. She knew he was mad, the way he paced around his apartment with his eyebrows furrowed. Fuck, she knew she messed up. And she couldn’t bear knowing he was upset with her, or angry, or furious. Dante hadn’t said a single word to her since they’d left the abandoned hotel on 21st street. The hotel where y/n decided to go against Dante’s plan- Dante’s orders. She wasn’t supposed to take the men on her own, she wasn’t supposed to jump head first into a fight, but she did. And it ended with the two getting separated, y/n shedding more blood than Dante wanted. And then, the part of it all that was getting to him the most, for several minutes he thought he’d never see her again. And that terrified him. More than he’s comfortable to admit.
Of course when Dante first met y/n, he never expected that she’d win him over the way she has. He didn’t see it coming, but overtime she became important to him. She had listening issues since the beginning. And it wasn’t because she didn’t care, it was because she wanted to impress him with her own ideas. She wanted him to be in awe of her, to make him view her as a strong individual. Y/n has admired Dante for years, watching his work from afar in this business. She wanted to be as strong as him, fast as him, feared as him. But she was chasing an impossible dream. She had no idea he possessed things she could never live up to, even if she tried her hardest.
Dante’s apartment was quiet. Y/n liked the quiet, it brought her peace of mind. But not this kind. Especially not with him standing there, his pacing around the room had finally dwindled. But her heart rate only increased as he stood in front of her, only a few feet in between the two. His blue eyes look at her, filled to the brim with worry and shadowed by hurt. It caught her off guard, she didn’t expect him to look so broken. His eyes seemed to have so many questions swimming through them, but no words left his mouth.
The room seemed to hold its breath. All y/n could hear was that same damn ringing, and could feel her heart hammering in her chest. Dante studies her delicate features, she looked so fragile to him. For some reason, it was so hard for him to accept that he felt so deeply for her. He cared for her so deeply, it carved out pieces of him he didn’t know he could give away. He understands how strong she is, what she’s truly capable of- but caring for someone doesn’t come with an off switch.
His feet carry him to the kitchen sink, grabbing a rag in the cabinet below. Y/n’s eyes watch his every move. She observes as he gets the rag soaked with water, ringing it out untill water isn’t running.
He’s back in front of her now, looking down at her hands sitting in her lap, the redness of them making his stomach hurt. “Give me your hand,” Dante says softly, making sure not to startle her with the breaking of silence. Even with those gentle words, her heart seems to only get heavier, the sound of it overpowering the ringing. She swallows, hard, before giving her hand to him. He quickly begins working at her blood-stained hands. He even made sure to get the streaks across her upper thighs, each time his fingers would graze her skin she’d let in a sharp breath.
“I’m so sorry, Dante,” she chokes out as he wipes the last bit of red from her thighs. He sets the rag on the table next to them, his eyes still fixed on her lap. Y/n’s skin felt like it was crawling under his gaze. He stands up, still not looking at her, before taking a deep breath.
“You could’ve died y/n,” he says, his voice already going cold, “You should’ve stuck to the plan.” She feels tears brim in the corner of her eyes, but she’s quick to wipe them away before he can notice. “I know what I did was wrong, I should’ve listened to you. I’m sorry I did that to you-“ “To me? You put yourself in danger!” Dante cuts her off, his voice elevated and sharp. “We got separated, do you remember that? Do you know how fucking scared I was?” She was taken aback by his words, and by the distraught look on his face.
It sounds horrible, maybe, but y/n never let herself think for even a second that Dante might care about her. The first time they met, he was somewhat rude. He made it obvious- and clear- that he did not need help. He even told her to not get used to working with him.
“Don’t get comfortable,” he’d said, “I’ll have Enzo throw you on with someone else, someone who actually needs the help.”
Then, after a couple missions, he stopped complaining. He even encouraged her at times, pushing her beyond her comfort zone. Their connection grew faster, and deeper, than either expected. She found herself looking forward to see him as the months went by, to hear the stories his crazy life has brought him when she’s not around.
“I was scared too,” she says softly, “I won’t do it again, I promise. This impressing Dante act I put on is going too far.” Pain twists in his features at her words, not expecting anything like that to come out of her mouth. “Impress, me?” He questions, moving closer to her as he does so.
“It’s stupid,” she laughs lightly, tears pooling at the corner of her eyes again, “it’s so fucking stupid.” Dante doesn’t say anything, only tracing her features with his blue orbs. He moves even closer, their bodies only inches away. Y/n feels her breathing become uneven at the close proximity. Of course she found him attractive, gorgeous actually, but she never saw herself coming clean about what goes on in her mind. No way a guy like him, would want her.
Dante’s hand comes up, placing a finger under her chin to slowly move her head up. His warm skin against hers sends electricity through her body, straight to her core. This isn’t the time, she thinks to herself, he’s scolding you for almost fucking up a mission, calm down. He looks at her for a few moments, but it felt like eternity. She can barely keep herself still as her heart races. Being below him in this position had her stomach turning, he just looks too damn good. “You impress me all the time,” he says, leaning down to get closer to her, “you’re so strong, and so brave. You just need to listen to me better.”
They’re so close now, each other’s breath fanning the other’s face. Y/n takes in his scent, there was a raw, physical scent to him- unapologetically male. Something in her is saying she’s reading this situation wrong, no way Dante is complimenting her and getting close to her for any reason besides to be friendly, right? He was like a thought she couldn’t let go, a hunger she didn’t want to tame. “Do I really impress you all the time?” She asks, the heat in her core only seemed to bloom further. A steady throb in her stomach, making it almost impossible to pay attention to anything but his lips. Her eyes scanning back and forth between his eyes and lips doesn’t go unnoticed by him.
“You’ve got no idea how much you impress me, princess,” the nickname rolls off his tongue like silk. He’d called her princess a few other times, but never like this. A shiver danced down her spine, sparked by the heat in his words and fire in his eyes. His touch was barely there, and she was already becoming a squirming mess for him. His finger moves from her chin to her face, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I care about you a lot,” he says, his eyes are intense and unwavering, “more than you may think.” She couldn’t look away from him, his eyes pulling her in like gravity, deep and magnetic.
Dante cups the side of her face, and she leans into his touch. Every inch of her body screamed for him, to feel more. It was like a magnetic force pulling her toward him, and she couldn’t hold back any longer- the need to kiss him was overwhelming. In a heartbeat, she closed the small gap that was left between them, kissing him without a single thought, just pure desire. His lips were quick to work against hers, making all the anxiety filter out of her body. His right hand is on the back of her head, keeping her there as if he’s scared she may back away, his other hand comes to rest on her hip. Her hands tangle in his hair, scratching at his scalp, causing him to let out groans into their kiss.
He pulls away, making her whimper, “Are you sure?” He asks, lust already gathering in his pretty blue eyes. She nods, trying to lean in for another hungry kiss. His strong hand moves from the back of her head to her jaw, grabbing softly but firmly enough to keep her in place, “Use your words.” Her stomach flutters at his actions, making her head spin. “Yes, I’m sure,” she says breathlessly. That was all he needed before his lips reconnect to hers. Her body feels like it’s on fire as his hands can’t seem to find a place to stay.
In once swift motion, Dante grips her thighs and hoists her up. Her legs come up to wrap around his waist as their kiss only deepened, wild and breathless. He carries her over to the couch, setting her down softly with his body over hers. He brakes the kiss, taking in her features. Her hair is a bit messy, thanks to their mission and his quick moving hands. He grins at the sight of her lips, flushed and trembling all from his touch. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers, her stomach filling with butterflies for the millionth time tonight. Before she can even think to say anything back, his lips are attacking her neck. Sucking and biting, and leaving sloppy kisses down to her chest. The whimpers leaving her are like music to his ears, he can’t get enough.
She is so wet she can feel her underwear clinging to her, the heat between her legs pulsating with every breath. The need was unbearable, a constant reminder of just how badly she wanted him- needed him. His powerful hands snake under her shirt as his lips attack her chest. They come up to squeeze at her breasts, making her back arch and breathy moan slip past her lips. He could listen to the noises she makes all day.
Dante loops his fingers in the fabric of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one quick motion. He removes her bra before she can even think, and his soft lips attach to her nipples gently. She pushes her legs together to try and calm down the heartbeat that she could feel in her toes. “Fuck,” she whimpers out, “Please, please I need more.” She’s already begging and he’s just getting started, it makes his cock grow tighter in his pants. He kisses down her delicate stomach, stopping at the start of her shorts.
“You want me to touch you, princess?” His words make her head spin. She can barely see straight right now, much less tell him what she wants without sounding desperate. “Yes,” she bit out, her lips trembling. “Please touch me, I need you,” her words make his stomach jump this time. His fingers pull the button apart on her shorts, pulling them down swiftly and throwing them in an unknown direction. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, mesmerized by her beauty. Her excitement was visible through her purple underwear, making him groan. “So wet for me,” he says as his fingers pull her panties to the side.
The cold air causes her to hiss, arching her back just aching for his touch. Her head starts to spin once his fingers move through her folds, gathering her excitement on the tips on them. “So pretty,” he murmurs, more to himself in awe of how much she wanted him. He pushes them into her core, making her hands fly up to cover her mouth. She’s almost embarrassed by how much noise she’s making. His big fingers move in and out, but it’s not enough to satisfy her. “Please,” she basically sobs, “I need more.”
Dante’s face gets taken over by a cocky smirk, looking up at her as she begs. “Since you asked so nicely,” he says. He attaches his plush lips to her bundle of nerves, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. Y/n throws her hands to his hair, holding the stray pieces back so she can see his blue eyes as he pleasures her core. “You’re so good,” she says, followed by a choked cry. His fingers move in and out swiftly as his tongue works away, making her see stars. He hums against her every time she lets out a loud moan, making goosebumps travel across her whole body. It isn’t long until she’s coming undone on his face, her legs shaking and her stomach jumping around at the pleasure.
He’s captivated by her, completely entranced as her legs shake against his shoulders. As he sits up and pulls his shirt over his head, followed by his pants pulling down his legs, he takes in the sight of her. He was completely undone by her presence, she left him breathless. He watches as her hand moves to his boxers, rubbing him softly through the fabric causing him to hiss. “Are you ready for my cock, princess?” The pet name rolls off his tongue effortlessly once again, making her core ache even more. “Yes,” she whimpers, pulling at the hem of his boxes, making them go down enough his hardness springs free.
He grabs her wrist firmly, bringing it above her head. “Say please,” he teases as he moves the tip of himself between her wet folds. “Please,” she says, her head dizzy with desire, “Please fuck me Dante, I need you.” That was all he needed to hear before slamming into her, giving her no time to adjust as his hips slam into where she ached for him the most. Somehow he managed to get both of her wrists above her head, holding them tight as his hips worked relentlessly. His lips leave feathery kisses on her neck, moaning as she tightens around him. “Fuck you’re so wet for me,” he whines, “So needy for my cock.”
Dante’s other hand sits flat against her stomach, pushing down to keep her in place. His thrusts are relentless, almost seeming to go deeper with every move he makes. She feels that familiar ache pooling in her stomach and legs, starting in her feet and making its way up. “I’m gonna,” y/n cuts herself off by her own moan, “I’m gonna cum again.” He smirks at her words, making sure to hit the same spot over and over. She comes undone around him, and soon after she feels his thrusts start to lose their rhythm.
He lets go of her wrists, moving his hands to each of her hips. Pushing his fingers into them, gaining control of his hard thrusts again while approaching his own orgasm.
“You’re so pretty with my cock in you,” he groans. “I’m going fill you up, is that okay princess?” She nods her head, eagerly, as tears form in the corner of her eyes, the feeling of him stretching her out starting to become too much. “Use your words,” he demands, “I need to hear you.” Her legs start to shake again, “Yes, please, please fill me up.” With one more forceful thrust, he comes undone inside of her, his own legs starting to shake as the feeling runs across his whole body. He moves in and out of her a couple more times before pulling out, the room now filled with both of them trying to catch their breath.
Dante is quick to grab her a blanket, putting it over her naked body as her eyes start to flutter.
“You okay, pretty girl?” He asks with a small smile, admiring how breathtaking she looks after having sex. “Mhm,” she says, looking up at him with smirk on her face, “Can I have some water?” Dante moves to his kitchen to fill her up a glass of water, and upon his return he sees she’s fallen asleep. He sets the drink down on the table, before trying his best to fit himself next to her on that couch.
